William Shakespeare –though cliche– is definitely my most favorite playwright and reading his sonnets is one of the most wonderful things a poem lover like me could experience. Here is Sonnet 18, my most favorite among the 154 sonnets published in his book of sonnets in 1609.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day (Sonnet 18)
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
– William Shakespeare